Samhain Thanksgiving Moon
Involved with what is, I believe, technically the fifth revision of Missing. 20,000 words went out today, a whole story line about a goddess and her giantess assistance. It included, too, a favorite part of the book for me, the Wyrm and the Weregild, a group of expert giant dragon hunters. But this storyline does not intersect directly with the primary story in Missing and it’s now in the pile for Loki’s Children, which now has over 50,000 plus words available from the drafts and revisions up to now of Missing.
Some key names got changed, transitions made more clear. I got about half way through a quick review. Probably will finish with that tomorrow. Then I’ll go back in and start adding some more description, some character development and I may, probably will, change the ending to give it more punch. Thanks to Stefan for the idea.
Translated another four verses in the story of Lycaon today, too. These were hard, either the Latin was thick or I was. Maybe both. Still. Done. That’s my goal per day.
Also worked on ModPo’s final week. Two very interesting poets today. Erica Baum is a conceptual poet who combines photography and found language to create intriguing works. Here are two images we reviewed in class:
The first is from a work called Card Catalogues where Baum photographed certain portions of the New York University Library’s old card catalog. Each photograph is a poem of juxtaposition created by the strange constraint of alphabetically organizing knowledge. The second is one of several pieces from a work, Dog Ear. These are all large photographs, Card Catalog is too, and she hangs them in galleries together, though each photograph stands alone. This is part of the conceptualist idea that ambient language contains all we need as far as poetry. We only have to work to find it. But that work can be difficult.
The next poet is Caroline Bergvall, a French-Norwegian who works in English. Her work is a ten-minute recitation of 47 different translations of the famous opening lines of Dante’s Inferno:
When I had journeyed half of our life’s way,
I found myself within a shadowed forest,
for I had lost the path that does not stray. from the Mandelbaum translation
This is a strangely evocative, haunting experience. You can hear her read it here.
(Frame from a 1911 Italian film version of the Divine Comedy. The director’s name was Giuseppe De Liguoro. from this website.)